Seasons

You said you’d be there
Always
But now it feels like “always” is over
Our conversations used to be everything
And now they’re just courtesies
So tell me
Would you miss me when I’m gone
Or would you not even realize
But maybe it’s meant to be this way
Our relationship for a season
And autumn is coming
So let me fall away
I’m not afraid to fall

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